RP 19: Voyage to the Uttermost

[Lorien]

ooc:- i'm being picked on mommy!!! what's going on here?

*Lorien suddenly decides enough is enough and drops being nice. He suddenly stands up taller than before and shadowy,dark fumes surround him and raises a very respectable fearsome looking undead creature and sets it loose on whoever this person was. Then he proceeds to create a fireball and zaps the "unknown" personality with it making her unconsious. Then he ties her up and asks the rest of the crew to let him throw her overboard anyway. Lorien goes and wakes Naz up who was missing all the fun.*

Lorien suddenly asks, "Where's this damn ship going now?"

[Morwen]

*Morwen continues to look harshly upon this egoistic fool. "We are no mere "weak mortals", and if you wish to live, you might want to reconsider your words. And if you carry the burdens of several worlds, then why are you so concerned with such a small voyage? We seek something that not even my crew has knowledge of" she speaks, steping over to calm Lorien and Eomer. "And you will NOT attack my crew for any purpose, or you will deal with me personally, and, trust me, you would not wish that!"*

[riverwarder]

"you are more of a challenge than i thought. but i will not have a chance to find out how much of a challenge. you have a necklace i have one also but mine is rather of a different nature" she bursts into white flames burning through the ropes binding her stands up and pulls out a small chain black silver "this neaklace was made of yantre a mistic meatal whoever puts it on you can control your actions. when the Time Gaurdian sent me here as punishment for disobeying orders he knew that it would be neccassary to control me somehow. i am ordered not to kill anyone on your crew and to help as i may. a am also ordered to assume human form unless in need. i was hoping that i might not have to tell but you know now." she turns to Lorien "your idea still wouldnt work my friend i can breath underwater if my name doesnt already suggest so. now if you dont mind my asking does this vessle carry any poison?"





**thanx 4 the heads up Lorien:p**

[Morwen]

*"A challenge you will find with me, as with the members of my crew. And you will remember that I am the captian of this boat and crew" Morwen said, eyeing riverwarder. "As for poison, there may be, but it is not my will to let you know. Now, if you will not kill anyone, I must tend to some business regarding that island yonder" she finished, walking slowly to the prow.
A fog suddenly enshrouded the ship and her crew, as Morwen yelled back. "We will be transported to the island and the ship will dock in a secure place free from enemies. Once upon the island, we will set up camp and send out scouting parties to get a feel of the land, and possibly its inhabitants."
The fog departed and the crew found themsleves in a green paradise.*

[riverwarder]

"my lady i mist stick myself out again poison please or i will have to assume the shape of a beast"a shudder went up and down her spine and you could see the conflicting emotions contort her face

[Morwen]

"Whatever you want" replies Morwen.

[Talierin]

*At the mention of Time Guardians, Tal starts whistling the Dr Who theme song while she organizes their camp on the island.....*

[riverwarder]

azrael who, though humbled still has a little pride asumes the of a large black wolf and silently follows a new commander

[Aerin]

OOC: I didn't think there were any new people that were supposed to join the Role Playing Games after they were firmly established.

IC: Aerin looked around at the island where the ship was now harboured. The lush greenery was eerily silent, with no birds singing in the trees. The only sound she could hear was that of the wind whistling through the trees.
Bringing Tsornin up from his stall, she ventured off the ship and onto the beach.

[riverwarder]

after seperating herself from the company azrael turns back into a human pulls out her sword and then with the final cry "i return to erandill" with that she pulled the sword through her till only the hilt was visible above her chest wich was now stained with silver blood then she crumpled to never return in this world agian

[Ciryaher]

As the company set up camp, they felt an great presence. They looked up and beheld a figure, shrouded in living shadows, slowly coming down the bank of a long hill. It halted about 30 yards away, and a tangible darkness was exuded from the shroud. The shadows curled about the green grass, and came wisping about the feet of the company.

The figure stood in dead silence, and an ominous foreboding fell upon the crew...

[Lorien]

Lorien faces the figure and asks, "Hail traveller do you come in peace or to fight.?"

[Eomer Dinmention]

to be in sulted by a bunch weak mortals


I ask you to take that back NOW. Or you will be delt with

[Lorien]

ooc:- Zigackly i would've asked her too but she's gone Eomer read her last post....

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer takes his sword back.
HUH who would have the nerves to come in and say that she has a burden that contains many worlds. If it is true why is she here.
Even if she is controlled to kill someone she will not succeed.
*Eomer pulls out his sword. As it shines in the sun it blinds Eomer for a minute lol

[riverwarder]

**i pulled myself out of the story because i realized that you wuold never accept erandill and i would have to much trouble trying to make you do so lorien dont forget the blood of erandill runs in tour veins to**she pulled a curved knife from beaneth her cloak cutting her figer from wich silver blood flowed and that of the stranger placing the fingers together she allowed the blood to mix

[Lorien]

ooc:- i didn't not accept erandill whatever that might be, what i didn't like was being treated like a small time thing even after being a reasonably powerful necromancer. oh and my doctor says i have a lack of moral fibre in my body and hence i'm prevented from saving the world or any such fate that binds me to saving lots of people.LOL

*Lorien gives Eomer a pair of Ray-Bans to wear so that he doesn't get blinded again.:)

[Ciryaher]

The figure shifted slightly, shadows rippling from its mantle. To those with the keenest of eyes, two figures could be seen within the veil of darkness.

One of the forms within muttered inaudibly. It soon became clear that it was actually a low, soft song, and the dark mists shifted rhythmically.

[Dain Ironfoot]

Out of the shadows walked Dain and a beaten Soldier....

"I found he neer your camp with this!" Dain pulled out the sword of a nazgul......

The frightened young man yelled "He made me do it, all of you have no Idea what he can do... He is not a mere mortal!!" With that dain asked "what do you want me to do with him?....

[Aerin]

Grasping Gonturan tightly, Aerin strides up to the cloaked figure.

"What is your business here? I do not wish to harm you if you be a friend; but you shall feel my blade if you be a foe."

OOC: Did I miss when Dain joined? I'm at school, and can't stay on too long, so I can't look back through too many of the posts. Can somebody enlighten me, please?

[Morwen]

*Morwen rises calmly to greet her new visitors; two being expected, the other two, not. She turns to Dain and says, "What business do you have here, Dain?" her stony gaze shifting to the soldier. "How have you come to this island, and for what reasons were you outside our camp?"*

[Ciryaher]

The shadows froze into place, and with a low note, the blackness was shattered. The shards of night fell to the ground and melted away in the light.

A figure wearing an elaborate breastplate stepped forward and bowed; along side him was a queenly woman. "Greetings, all! I have returned to continue the journey and keep an eye on my ship. The Emperess Kementari has come with me to lend her skills to the sum of the crew."

[Cygnus]

Naz finally speaks up to Morwen "Where does this ship go and whence did it come, Lady Morwen?"

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher smiles and looks at Naz. "'Tis my ship upon which you all, and now I, sail. Her name is Ëarcaraxë, and she is the greatest dromund in my Fleet."

[Aerin]

Aerin welcomes Kementari with a quick hug and Ciryaher with a handshake.

"Glad to have you back, Cir, and glad to have to here, Kem." :)

[Eomer Dinmention]

Welcome Kem. Is Cir coming back ?

Thanks Lorien but don't worry i got Silver and Gold Oakleys to suit my armour lol

Riverwarder You can enter this guild if you want but i was just saying its going a little overboard with you bearing a burden that contains other worlds. Its nothing personal.

*Fellow friends i must leave for now. I will be back soon in a couple of days. My Kingdom is getting attacked and well yeah i have to protect it. I'll be right back"

[Lorien]

ooc:- YAY!Cir's back with Kem.....joy oh joy!

*Lorien turns to the soldier and asks him,"Who made you come here?"

[Kementari]

OOC: Oh joy Oh joy :D

Kem smiles and curties. 'Thank you everyone, I'm very glad to be here'

[Dain Ironfoot]

" I'm sorry for scaring you but you wouldn't have had a restful sleep save I be here. I was here trying to find My Fathers Relecs... But I can see this is much more important....

What shall I do with this fiend?

[Lorien]

Lorien asks Dain for the nazgul sword and gazes at the sword with utmost intensity, turning to Naz he shows the blade to him and says, "I cannot beleive that these survived. What do you think?"

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain now sits down and pulls out some of the smoked meat that he has left. He then grills it over the fire and offers some to everyone...

[Cygnus]

"That blade is fair in my eyes" He says as he stands up and takes the blade from Lorien. "It's a relic. It seems ages sinse i've seen one of these beautifully crafted swords." Naz cuts a couple times with a the sword. "Perfectly balanced.." hands the sword back to Lorien. "It seems to me a fair day for smoke rings. Does anyone care to join me?" Naz sits down and leans against the mast, pulling out his pipe and lighting it.

[Dain Ironfoot]

I shall Give it to you Nazzy as a token of my friendship... I shall name it "Whitchking"

[Valar]

((OOC:Hey friends, is it ok for me to join?))

[Cygnus]

Smiles "Friend." takes the blade into his hand "This is a fine gift that I will wish to repay one day" Takes his platinium sword out of it's sheath and replaces it with the Witchking. He then hands the Platinium sword to Lorien. "Take this my friend, for I give it to you. And It's name shall be Raug or Demon in common speech"

[Morwen]

OOC: You may, Valar! Happy to have you aboard!

*Morwen smiles at the greeting of old friends and waves her welcome to Kementari and Ciryaher. "Let us all take rest, for tomorrow we will begin our journey," she shouts.*

[Valar]

*Valar teleports directly next to Eomer*
"Hello my friends. Thankyou kind Maiden for letting me aboard"
*Goes and sits down and surveys his surroundings*

[Morwen]

*Morwen looks happily at her crew. "I think I'll go have a little walk around the camp," she says, moving to a grove of dogwoods.
She walks further into the wall of flowers and stops when she is unable to see the camp. To her right is a black mire of swirling dog wood petals, and to her right is wall a silver trunks.
She slowly unsheaths her crystal sword and carefully rests its point on the damp earth. The debris of petals wails mournfully and takes flight. She thrust her sword into the earth and silently waits in the dimming light. How long will this take? she wonders. She leans against a trunk and shuts her eyes.*

[Aerin]

Looking at Naz's new blade, Aerin comments on what fine metal it's made of.
"Hello, Valar, nice to see you."
Worrying about where Mor has gotten to, because she's so weak, Aerin contemplates following her, but decides against it. Morwen will probably want some time alone for now.

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer appears again. Naz you scored. Nice sword.
*Eomer puts on his Oakleys he takes out his sword. But this time Eomer is ready and doesn't get blinded by it lol.


*Eomer walks to Cir. "Cir i thought you were dead what happen"

[Lorien]

Lorien happily comments, "I've got three great swords now, the blacksword, its mate, and Raug neato!! Takes some of the meat and starts eating."

[Morwen]

*Morwen slumped lazily to the ground and peered out of her half closed eyes towards her buried sword. It still had not imparted a picture to her, and she was getting weaker by the minute.
The sword glowed suddenly, sending shadows leaping through the forest. Morwen slowly rose and weakly pulled her sword from the earth's grasp. She looked into its depths and a shadow fell on her heart.*

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher watched Morwen as she left, then turned back to his ship, Ëarcaraxë. He boarded to make inspect the Imperial suites, war-room, decks, storeroom, and the mysterious silver beams running parallel to the keel on the bottom of the hull.

[Morwen]

*Morwen trudged, exhausted and slumping heavily, back towards the ready made camp. Never had she been so weak; never had she been so vulnerable.
She collapsed upon reaching the camp and crawled slowly towards the fire, stopping when she reached its warmth. She smiled weakly at the faces she saw around her, and fell into a deep, haunted, sleep.*

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher strokes the long silver beams and closes his eyes. After a few minutes, he returns to the deck and steps down the gangplank. He orders some troops to set up pavilions and set sentinels in shifts about the camp.

He walked over to the fire and saw Elendae sprawled out on the ground. "Ach!" he shouted, "Why has no-one helped her to better sleeping quarters?"

Ciryaher grabbed a piece of canvas and rolled Elendae onto it, then took two corners. "Let's move her into one of the pavilions towards the middle of camp," he said, and a guard took the other end. As they walked towards the cluster of tents, Ciryaher could be heard ordering some elite troops to guard Elendae's pavilion.

[Aerin]

"Ciryaher, I do not think Morwen is injured in any physical way, but instead, extremely wearied. Whatever force it is that keeps draining her has not seemed to weaken at all. I fear it may grow even stronger the closer we come to the destination. What do you think we can do for her?"

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher returned and sighed. "I know she is not injured, friend Aerin," he said, "I took her somewhere so that she might rest in peace and safety."

He yawned and looked up at the sky. "Perhaps we should get some sleep ourselves and wait until morning, no?"

At that, Ciryaher went to find Kementari.

[Eomer Dinmention]

Everyone starts getting some sleep.

" I will stand guard. I am not tired today, too much coffee lol."

"Valar are you going to sleep. If not then come with me and smoke some rings lol"

[Kementari]

Kementari looked out westward into the night sky, in silent prayer to her OverLords. When she heard Ciryaher approach she smiled and ran to him and they walked back to the camp.
"The Valar have great council, my beloved" she said looking into his keen eyes.
"They say that this quest indeed has great importance to our future and to the presevation of the past. We must seeth this task completed nor let any harm come to the crew."

[Ciryaher]

Taking the hand of his Lady, he returned her smile. "I pray that the Valar will aid us in this mighty task, and may our hearts remain strong...my mortal heart forebodes something still..."

Ciryaher brushed away his thoughts of dark portents and lead Kementari to the ship where their quarters were.

[Valar]

"No my king i cannot sleep for there is to much on my mind, yes let us go make smoke rings, first one to make a ship is a winner!"

[Morwen]

*The blackness moved from the pond and oozed towards a nearbye tree, and touched it ever so lightly with its black mire of hatred and evil. The tree faded and died, and rasping escaped from the blackness.
It had felt her power. She would die, and it would kill her. But it must remember to be wary of her companions, they were indeed powerful as was she.
The darkness turned north and two, cat-like eyes, and mouth of blood appeared and smiled happily. Tomorrow it would reach the camp, and tomorrow the weakened maiden would die.*

*Morwen rolled uncontrollably in her restless sleep. Her strength was severely depleted, and a keen darkness layed upon her heart.*

[Aredhel]

(i have been gone too long so assume I was never here....but wait a second!....Assume I jumped ship a while back, but returned)

[Aredhel]

Aredhel, who jumped ship a while back, sang happily as she walked through the trees, but stopped when she saw Morwen.
She ran to her side, and turned her over onto her back.

"Morwen,"she says,"Morwen, can you hear me?" To Morwen, the voice sounds distant. Aredhel begins shaking her lightly.

[Morwen]

*The winged figure glided roughly through the stormy skies, searching for the island. The green paradise, as it had been called by the dark creature, was where he was to find that blasted crew and the troublesome Elendae. He had been searching for weeks so me might have his revenge upon those who had nearly cost him much. And with his new ally he would be powerful indeed.
He smiled maliciously and banked to the right.*

*Morwen groaned heavily as she felt that familiar presence. She would not fight; could not fight. Her crew would be left to themselves, and all she could do was little.
She called to Ciryaher in a shrill voice, and a few minutes later he bounded through the door. "Yes, Elendae, what is it you wish?" he asked, softly.
"The enemy, or should I say enemies, that now approach are very powerful, and I fear that they may win the day. So, unto you I will bestow my necklace for the time being. It will heighten your powers slightly and give you insight on my condition. If you die, then the necklace will most likely be shattered, and therefore, they shall not have me and what they seek. Take care, good friend" she whispered, handing Cir her necklace.
She rolled to the side and peered out a window. She would help as much as she could*

[Aerin]

Aerin watches as Ciryaher is given Morwen's necklace. Gently touching Ciryaher on the shoulder, Aerin tells him to stay with Morwen for a while.
Turning to go, Aerin calls the other leaders in the group to a council.

"A force, much like the one we fought before, is swiftly descending upon us. We must fight, even if that means fighting to the death. Morwen is under some sort of enchantment by this foe; so she will not be able to fight very much. We will have to defend her. Under no conditions can we let this enemy reach her. She is in a weakened state, and would not survive a battle such as that.
We must prepare for the battle!"

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer listens, but he can't concentrate. He sits and watches Cir recieve the burden

[Cygnus]

*Naz looks on Cir quietly, deep in thought*

[Glory]

*In other place of the island a girl who is sitting and enjoying the view of the sea on a hill remembers the ship that she saw that morning sailing near the island she wondered who were those persons and what do they would want in a such lonely land. She smiled, going deeply on her thoughts. Then she decided to go to see who were those persons. And suddenly she had a bad feeling like if a shadow of darkness were upon the island. She didn't liked that she must hurry, she walked a couple of miles before she saw a camp were the sailors were talking to each others apparently she wondered how she was supposed to introduce herself*

[Cygnus]

Senses the being near by and looks around "Lorien... do you feel that?"

[Ciryaher]

As the dark crystal touched Ciryaher's chest, it flickered, and a golden light shone softly from it. He looked gravely at Elendae and bowed, but when his eyes turned to Kementari, there was a deep sadness in them.

Haltingly, he spoke, "Though my mortal heart tells me the whisperings of the Fates, we shall protect you at all costs..."

He stopped for a moment and seemed to be listening. "She is disturbed. There is a darkness creeping on the land, and the sea has a shadow upon it..." Ciryaher clenched his fist, then made a circular motion as he opened his hand; those around him felt less weary and sensed a protective aura glowing softly in the air.

Ciryaher stiffened, and gave a shudder. He spoke urgently, "There is little time! The dark forms draw nigh, and we must take Elendae to the safety of Ëarcaraxë. There she will be safer than anywhere else I can think of," he crouched down and motioned to the others to help him carry the bed to the great dromund.

[Aerin]

After helping carry Morwen into the ship, Aerin readies Tsornin for the coming battle.
After carefully grooming him, she slips the peculiar saddle over Tsornin's back and fastens it securely.

As a shadow descends on the hearts of the crew, the gem on Gonturan's hilt begins to glow a strange blue. Aerin draws her sword, and leaps up on Tsornin's back.

"We must hasten! The enemy is nearly upon us!"

[Lorien]

Lorien pulls out his swords and readies himself for battle.

[Eomer Dinmention]

I feel the darkness inside of me. Its drawing near.
Everyone get ready.
Eomer goes down to the lower deck and takes out Shadilver. He takes out his sword and gets ready.

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher orders the soldiers to guard the shore after packing the camp quickly and slapdashedly onto the ship. The decks armored rails were lined with archers, and the machinations used for the hurling of missiles were readied. He went back below deck to check that Elendae was well guarded and that his shield was holding, and all was well.

As Ciryaher stepped back onto the main deck, there was a rush of air, and many bows sang. He looked up (after having instinctively dove to the deck) and saw the twisted form of some being. Evil was its presence, evil its voice. This was found when the winged humanoid uttered a contemptable wail from it's sneering lips as he (for he is was) alighted on the beach. As his feet touched the clean sand, it blackened, as if suddenly turned to obsidian.

A shadow leaped out from the foliage along the shore and seemed to consume the humanoid with wings in a tempest of darkness. The crew stood in awe as the tempest died, and the figure of a fallen elf was revealed.

"Dayown..." muttered Elendae in her daze; deep within Ëarcaraxë. She tossed in a sleepless exhaustion once more, then slipped into dark slumber.

Even as she had uttered the name, Dayown smiled wickedly, his sight of evil piercing the hull of the ship. He saw the shield around her, and knew that the crew was his current problem, so he faced it with a devious scheme. He grinned, and then called to the uneasy ship, "Morsulëion! Morsulëion, I know it is you that is there!"

Ciryaher stood as one stricken; his face pale and his stomach knotted. He saw that familiar form on the beach calling....calling for him! That name had not been used for him since his soul had first beheld that Flame Imperishable which kindled life. He had shown his heart and mind to the Master, and his name was given: Morsulëion. And now this demon within a once fair body taunted him with the name...

"Morsulëion, I see you standing there in your pathetic steel garb!" the voice of Dayown harshly brought Ciryaher's thoughts to the present, "You know you cannot save them. You cannot save Her, much less yourself. You know you were long ago damned, and we shall meet again after you are gone--and when I choose to follow you."

[Eomer Dinmention]

Dayowyn again. his back gees.

I want to kill him

[Lorien]

Lorien percieved the thought in Cir's mind and said, "Morsuleion he may have been and may still be but you Dayown have no power here, what was has passed, and you demon shall have no power or control over him!" and with that he roughly shook Cir and said, "Fight it! you must for Morwen."

[Kementari]

Kem stands a Ciryahers side, staring at the powerful elf. thinks heh, sure, just TRY to harm him, buddy...

[Cygnus]

Naz slowly gets up taking his good time about it. He silently draws his sword and stares at the elf.

[Valar]

*Valar rides up next to Eomer on Menelus. He fits an arrow to his bow and lights it. He says
"The enemy are appon us, let us fight"
*He sends the flaming arrow into the air*

[Aerin]

After watching the transformation of her enemy, Aerin's voice rings out over the sand so that all may hear.

"If you are indeed as powerful as you claim, Dayown, then why do you make heavy the hearts of your opponents? That tactic is the tactic of a coward; he cannot fight his own battles. To weaken your opposition with magic before you even begin fighting is true cowardice.

You taunt Ciryaher because you know you could not fight him on equal ground. You bring up the past to fight with the future because you are afraid of Ciryaher's present might. You are weak, Dayown, weak!

Magic you may have, but I fear you not. My sword longs to carve your flesh and leave you a quivering mass of jelly. I know that everyone assembled here has the same wish as I. Know this, Dayown, we will not stop hunting you until you are dead. We will not rest until you have drawn your last breath. Your magic tricks will not save you. You will be defeated.

You have been measured, you have been weighed, and you have been found lacking.

You have been persistent, and I know you will not leave. You have threatened and nearly killed my companions; along with myself. As payment for your cowardly deeds, I shall cut the price out of your hide.
Prepare to die, you cowardly dog."

Gonturan shines brightly in the light, and the blue pommel stone flares a brilliant blue. Tsornin rears and strikes at the air with his hooves; eager for battle. As Aerin swings Gonturan around above her head, the sword begins to sing an eerie song. The song of death.

As Gonturan continues circling, a pale, blue light begins to eminate from her pommel and grows until other people are included in the light.
Even through the blue light, Aerin's hair looks like it is made of fire. For the first time, her companions see a dull circlet on her head.
Tsornin rears again and charges ahead.

"Everyone follow me! We will find out the colour of Dayown's insides!"

[Morwen]

*The winds hastened to the battle feild, urging a retreat inwards, and tussled Dayown's night hair. He smiled at Aerin maliciously and motioned towards the ship.
"Ask Morwen who is the coward. It is she who gave up a life of power and evil for nothing! It was she who was Melkor's favorite; it was she who had the power in her hands, but refused to give into its strength. She is the coward because she ran to you! She entered your pathetic lives, and joined hers with yours. And she will know death because of it" he rasped.
"But first I'll deal with you, and in good time she will be mine again" he spoke, pulling a wicked scimitar, black and carved with golden runes, from his belt. A shaft of darkness hurtled towards the ship and surrounded it with gloom, but a counter of lightened mist suddenly burst from Morwen's window.
Dayown smiled happily at the counter. "At least she still has a will to fight" he whispered, dangerously making his way towards Ciryaher.
"Show me your power, Mighty One" he spat.*

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer admires Kem's determination to keeps her love safe. lol
GO KEM lol

*Eomer takes our his sword. And waits

[Glory]

*Glory has been listening and watching all the events. She wondered if she might help them or just stay away. After all it didn’t seem to be her fight, but she just couldn’t go away and act like nothing had happened. So she wondered what she could do. This apparently evil elf seem to be more powerful than her. She stepped out of her hiding and just waited to see what happen but nobody seem to noticed her. They were really a lot more interested on the evil elf.

She just walked to the ship when she saw the evil elf she suddenly got scared and hides behind a rock. She tough about it for a moment she decided to go away. After all no one seemed to notice her. And she would be really embarrassed to appear on such of serious moment. Besides if her fate was to join them or speak to them she would probably will find them later on a near future she tough about it for a moment and decided to run to the forest quietly to remain out of their sight when... *
ooc: well that is up to you guys to accept or ignore my character...anyway I guess I will try later.

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain pulls out the Red ax used to kill AZOG and stands ready to fight......

[Lorien]

*Lorien charges with Aerin towards Dayown.*

[Cygnus]

Naz sits patiently waiting his turn watching Lorien and Aerin attack

[Aerin]

"Gonturan sings a song for you, Dayown, a song of death. She will not rest until she severs your flesh from your bones. Her song refuses to stop until you lie dead."

As Aerin's blade and Dayown's power collide, there is an explosion of light. The shrill cry of Gonturan seems to magnify in volume and power.

"Dayown, this is the last song you'll ever hear. This is your death song."

[Lorien]

Lorien stands by watching this attack and had to shield his eyes. Lorien unsheaths the Blacksword and hews at Dayown from the side. Then Dayown screams in pain and suddenly Lorien is struck and he flies backwards. Shaking his head he gets up groggily and says, "You will not rid of me that easily, Dayown." and then attacks again.

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher turned to Kementari and kissed her hand, then leaped over the rail--landing with a splash in the shallow water below. He waded to the shore and drew forth his bearded axe.

Dayown grinned and remained where he was; a faint, flame-like shadow engulfing him with mist. His scimitar exuded an evil aura, and it rested in his hand near his hip. As Ciryaher came within about 10 yards of Dayown, there was a clash of auras, and the darkness mingled with the light.

"Morsulëion," Dayown hissed, "We meet again. I did not recognize you at first when I beat your pathetic body down at my tower, but NOW I remember you..." He stepped forward, brought his scimitar up slowly and looked at it. "Do you remember all of us, Morsulëion? Or have you been too busy living your short and pathetic human existence? By the Dark Lord, I thought your soul would be given a worthy body of an Elda; but no. You were born unto mortals and you have diminished thusly. Now it is time for you to go to wherever it is you weaklings go; you won't escape death this time." At that, Dayown leaped forward and swung his sword against Ciryaher's shield-arm.

Ciryaher swung his shield and slapped the blade away and clove down with his axe, but only parted sand. He received a blow from behind and fell forward, but rolled out and came quickly to his feet and spun around to face Dayown.

He sneered and said vehemently, "Perhaps you are not as pathetic as I thought, Morsulëion..."

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer's hand starts to shake.
" I wanna fight dam. I wanna fight. Why does Cir always get to do the good things lol."

As Cir and the Dark Elf starts to fight.
A group of Orcs starts to appear out of the bushes.

*Eomer smiles. " Well if i can't fight the Dark Elf then i might as well kill some orcs."

He takes out his sword and starts walking near the orcs


****Ciryaher sez: There's this thing called main characters...AND NO ORCS, DEMMIT!****

[Cygnus]

Naz mumbles under his breath "now lets watch them fight while we sit and do *gasp* nothing" He puts away his sword and finds a tree to lean against.

[Valar]

*Valar realising he can't interfere now, runs and climbs up the nearest tree, fits an arrow to his bow. He is poised ready for any sign of cirs trouble*
"Fight him Ciryaher my friend, you are stronger"

[Kementari]

ooc: guys Cir has a bone to pick with that elf person (he killed him remember)

[Morwen]

*Dayown suddenly stood tall and glared at Ciryaher with glowing eyes of flame. "You and your friends do not realize how powerful I am" he spoke, casting a hate-full look at Kementari and Aerin. "So I will have to show you" he finished vehemently.
His palm shot outwards and all three were hurled towards the ship. With a flick of Dayown's wrist Ciryaher was separated from Aerin and Kem, and was thrown skywards at an incredible speed. Dayown smiled and turned away from his handy work, not worried about any attacks. He strode calmly towards Naz.
"If a Lord of the Light cannot defeat me then could a Lord of the Darkness do better? Show me your strength or I shall kill Elendae and the crew both" he spat, readying himself.*

[Valar]

*Valar lept from the tree that he was in right next to Dayown, on his way down he shot an arrow straight into his knee. Dayown just laughed and pull it straight out.
" Pathetic mortal, you shall be the first to die"
*With that Dayown flicked his wrist and Valar was raised 10feet from the ground and was help there writhing in agony. He managed to say*
" Help me my friends, we all most work together to defeat him"
*Valars eyes role back into his head as he strives to keep conceices*

[Beorn]

For the time in which camp was being set up, Beorn had snuck off to scout out the island.

It was far from what the original view of it was. Near the center of the island was a vast grey plain of nothing, or almost nothing. There was a single, massive, tree, mishapen(sp?) into a hulk of wood. It too was grey, it had no leaves. It stood all of 20 feet tall, yet 10 feet wide. This tree, Beorn had never seen before. It had an opening, facing the South, that went down into the earth. Although light came out, he could not see in.

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain is standing out of sight and muttering a spell of old. Soon after Valar falls back to the not-so-gentle earth beneath him.

"Are you ok my friend?" Dain asked.....

[Talierin]

OOC: Let's see if I can get back into this, heh.....

*Talierin too had wandered away from the camp, though not long before Beorn did. And, like him, she too had found the strange tree standing alone in the field. It puzzled her, for being the green wizard she of all people should have recognized what kind it was. But she didn't. It was unlike any other tree she had ever seen. No tree should be that particular shade of grey, even a dead tree. She examined the bark, and it too was....different. She couldn't really describe why, just that it didn't feel right. Suddenly something caught her eye. About halfway down the trunk was a flat space, about the size of a small handspan. It was odd because the rest of the bark was semi-rough, rather like a maple tree. She crouched down on one knee to examine it more closely. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, causing her to leap up and around, drawing a dirk in one motion.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's only you! Sheesh, scare me half to death!" It was Beorn. "Look, come and see what I have found," She showed him the odd flat place. "Hmm..." Placing a hand on it, she mutters some words. Her hand glows softly for an instant, and she removes it. Fine lines appear on the tree trunk, and with a faint creak a triangular piece of the trunk drops down into the ground, leaving a space just large enough to enter.

"Shall we go in?"*

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher rocketed skyward and came to his senses just as he reached the apogee of his flight. He saw the figures down on the sand, and realized how high up he was. He began to fall back to the ground and closed his eyes in concentration.

With a blinding burst of light, Ciryaher's physical form vanished and an almost-tangible ball of burning sunlight fell towards the ground in his place. It leaped downward at a tremendous speed, but little accuracy. With a soft noise likened to a flame in a gust of wind, the ball hit the ground beyond the ship.

The Emperor rose and shook the sand off of himself, then trotted back towards the confrontation.

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain is heard running up behind Tal and shouting "In or out, there are Trolls comming!!" he said, ax in hand.....

[Lorien]

Lorien moves in behind Naz and says, "Come on Naz, fight already."

[Talierin]

OOC: I'll post the tree thing tomorrow. Don't go anywhere with it before then.

[Cygnus]

*leans forward drawing the Witchking* Fight me shall ye? Well... Then you will die. Again...

Naz raises his right hand and a ball of shadow wells up. He throws it at his opponent with a flick of his wrist letting fall at his feet where it explodes making Dayown lose his footing quickly which he quickly regains. By the time the smoke clears Naz has entirely disappeared from in front of him and strikes from behind with a swing from his sword.

An exchange of blows with the sword follow again, the dark versus the dark. Another ball of shadow hits the ground between the two fighters throwing both Naz and Dayown to the ground. Dayown quickly recovers and is upon Naz as he tries to regain composure "Is that all you have, Lord of Shadows." Dayown lifts his sword into the air and brings it down toward Naz's head. Naz rolls out of the way and scampers into hiding yelling, "Ciryaher, I can't handle him alone. We have to work together."

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher draws his macana and races over the sand, the stone on his breast burning brighter as it came near the shadow of Dayown. His body burned with a white light whenever a shadow touched it, and he came to where Naz and Dayown were battling.

"Morsulëion, you return so soon?" taunted Dayown, "But I am already occupied with one! It matters little, since neither of you--even combined--are a match for my darkness!"

[Cygnus]

Naz comes back out of the bushes and dusts himself off and readies himself "Glad to see you could make it."

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher grins at Naz, then dives to avoid a swipe from Dayown's scimitar.

[Cygnus]

Naz swipes at Dayown as he swings at Cir. Dayown brings his scimater around and blocks then slices at Naz's stomach. Naz jumps back

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer sees Valar fall. His eyes becomes filled with fury. He grips his sword, takes it out and he runs and yells with anger. The whole place is filled with the yell of Eomer.
Dayowyn looks at Eomer but laughs "you think you voice is going to scare me hahahhahaha"
Eomer swings his sword at Dayowyn. Dayowyn blocks and kicks Eomer back.

Eomer lands next to Valar. He sees Valar injured.

[Kementari]

Kem drew a dagger, brushed her hair out of her face, and ran back to Cirs side.

[Morwen]

*The winds that once blew as help now became a hindrance. They blasted and buffeted, and swirled into broiling masses of lighting and rain laden clouds. They came speedily to Dayown's summons, and racked the poor, unprotected, ship. Lightning burst through the clouds and struck at the ship, missing, but angering the surrounding water till it boiled in hatred.
A bolt hurtled towards Dayown and split a foot above his head, showering his sides in blinding light. He smiled suddenly, and again stood strait and tall.
"I think it is time Elendae come to join us" he snickered. "I shall give her strength back to her, then take it away with her life!."
A blinding light showered the land, and a figure approached from the beach. Her mighty wings were outstreched and her face was a torrent of anger.
"Come, Dayown, and fight me in skies!" she leapt into the air, circling overhead waiting for him, her crystal sword gleaming with glee.
He smiled wickedly and unfurled his own wings...

[Valar]

* Valar head swimming gets slowly to his feet, he looks over at Eomer and quickly gets him up*
"Are you ok my friend?"
*Valar looks over at Dayown, and says*
"This is out of hands, we cannot fight him yet come my come let us tend to our wounds, our fight may still be to come, we must prepare"

[Morwen]

*Dayown rose elegantly into the sky, summoning two spires of stone on which he and Elendae would fight. He landed softly upon the spire and watched Elendae as she did the same.
" Your beauty has diminished since those days of old, and your skin as become pale and frail. You used to be the shadow of your name, Elendae. Why did you change?" he looked somberly at her.
Elendae did not reply, for she had no answer.
A smile of compassion lit his face as he remembered his days with Elendae, but it soon vanished and became hatred. He threw his scimitar to the earth and waited for her to do the same.
She looked from Dayown to her gleaming sword. I could kill him now and be done with it , she thought, but her honor, and perhaps love, forced her to discard her weapon.
"Aerin!" she shouted. "I now entrust this to you for the while! Keep it safe" she threw the sword to the earth.
Both angelic forms quivered softly in the wind, and each waited for the other to take the first strike. Elendae suddenly moved her arms in front of her palms up, and formed a ball of glowing power. Wild torrents of wind battered her and she released her power in a sudden storm of thunder and light. Dayown easily escaped the attack and countered with one of his own, sending crimson lightning towards the calm Elendae. Her hand shot up and the lightning was deflected.
Both continued the same for hours, each attacking and countering, till Dayown won the upper hand.
The necklace's cord snapped from around Ciryaher's neck and slowly levitated towards Dayown's open hand. He grasped it firmly and looked at Elendae triumphantly.....
"I have you now" he laughed...

[Dain Ironfoot]

"Tal, I'll be right back!!" Dain runs off into the woods...

[Aerin]

After muttering a quick apology to Gonturan, Aerin sheathes her sword and goes to pick up Morwen's sword. Brandishing the blade high above her head, Aerin cries out to Dayown:

"If you believe you have Morwen, you're dead wrong! As long as I still draw breath, I will fight you!
You can take my life, but you can't take my freeeeeeeedom!"

OOC: Heh, great quotes...:rolleyes: :D

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer tries to get up, but his legs are damaged badly. "AAH **** not again i broke my leg."

*He gets up on his other leg. He draws his sword and starts running with one leg, the other one dragging on the ground.

[Morwen]

*Morwen stared camly at Dayown, watching as he drew a long finger nail along its diameter. A pool of red formed at the corner of her left eye, and ran like a river down to her chin. He smiled maliciously.
"There is a dilema here" spoke Morwen. "If you drop that stone I shall die, and if I try to rescue my life, then you shall cut me down when I leap after it" she finished.
Dayown licked his lips and rubbed the stone harsly. Morwen grimaced, but remained standing.

Morwen suddenly smiled, and Dayown's spire collapsed. He landed roughly to the earth, unbalanced and unprotected.*

[Talierin]

OOC: *blinks* Trolls, dain? Since when?

"Wait just a minute, master dwarf. We must have a light."

She took a handful of dirt, rummaged around in her pack and took out a bowl to stick it in, and breathing softly on it, caused it to light up with a soft brownish light. Beorn and Dain then drew their weapons, and Talierin notched an arrow to her bow, and took their first steps down into the dark of the tree.

First there was some stairs, about thirty of them, carved directly out of the wood of the tree. They were narrow, both in width and length. Talierin he steps suddenly ended and the tunnel, for there was little else to call it, passed through an arch of two massive roots, and widened. At first it went straight ahead for what seemed like an eternity, then all of a sudden they were facing a long and wide window looking out on the ocean. It was about ten feet above sea level. They gazed out for a minute to locate where they were. The ship was at the left end of the window, so calculating quickly, they determined that the window was facing towards the northeast.

“This window must be disguised or something for us not to have seen it from the ship. Whoever did this must be or have been a skilled craftsman. Come on though, let’s not dally,” Talierin said as she turned from the window. The tunnel took a sharp right turn to wind itself along the edge of the island in a clockwise direction. Just about every thirty paces there was either a window like the first one, but not quite as big, or a small slit to let in the light. The tunnel itself was dry, and the floor was paved with small flat stones. They passed along silently for about ten such windows, listening for anything or anyone, when they came upon a huge window, larger than any they had yet seen, at least thirty feet high and fifty feet wide, perhaps more. The sun was visible, near its noon zenith, meaning that they must be on the south side of the island. They stopped in amazement, staring at the awe-filling sight of the blue-green sea, twinkling with the light of the sun upon the waves.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” a voice came from behind them. They had not heard the faint sound of cloth swishing on stone coming up behind them, in their amazement. Whirling around, they found a tall man with dark hair dressed in a simple dark blue robe, and pointing a sword in their direction. Beorn and Dain moved into attack positions, wielding sword and axe, and Talierin swiftly drew her bow, an arrow already being upon it.
“I would not attempt to attack, if I were you, for you are surrounded,” the man spoke again, and they turned to see that more men, dressed in the same style of robe, only in different colors, had come down the tunnel behind them, a few swords in their hands, but more spears. “Drop your weapons, and tell me who you are!” the man commanded. They obeyed, and Talierin stepped forward.

“I am Talierin Asealúviel, the Green Lady of Ithilien, Green Wizard, and archer. I am first mate of the ship that brought us halfway here. These are but two of my companions, my lord his highness King Beorn of Gondor, and Dain Ironfoot, dwarf lord of the Iron Hills. We have sailed many long leagues from Middle-earth, our captain, the Lady Morwen, drawn on by some strange power to this island. I fear even now there may be a battle going on for her life.”

The man beckoned them to come. “We will speak more inside. I can see that you are not our enemies, for in my father’s father’s father’s time the King of Gondor was our friend, though I fear that that has been long forgotten by you and your people, lord, as you have most likely forgotten about us in the long thread of time and tales. We are the Tolnórë, the island-people.”

He turned, and led them through an archway directly opposite the window...

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain follows reluctantly with small thowing knives in hand..

They go up a long set of stairs and enter a room with carvings of Ultmo and other Maiar. In the room there was a long table that was made of the same wood the tree was. It had a grey blue hue to it... on the table there was a glowing stone, yet no one was to touch it.
"This is a family airloom and about a week ago it started glowing and wouldn't let any one touch it... I had a dream that night that the one that could touch the stone and wield it was to be a champion of some sort..... But I know of not how..." He then gestured(sp) for all tree to try and touch the stone. Lord Beorn tried to the most of his might but to no avail. Next Lady Talierin tried but also could not get a firm hold on the rock.. The third person to try was Lord Dain, He also tried and struggled for what seemed an eternity, but he grasped the stone with his now bleeding hands....

*Gasp from all*

"You are the one, You and your friends must go now! I have no clue what the stone can do or is to do, but I do know you are needed....NOW!" The tall man said with panic on his face.....

[Ciryaher]

As the necklace leapt from Ciryaher's neck, he touched it and attached it to his mind, and then covered the mental tendrils well so that Dayown would never realize what the Emperor was doing. The battle overhead began, and Ciryaher diverted his attention to the pouch at his belt and Kementari beside him.

He rummaged through the felt bag and spoke quickly to the Emperess, "I have connected with that stone--" he pointed to the sky "--and I must do something ere it is too late."

Ciryaher pulled a strange, black stone from the pouch and held it in his hand, weighing or considering it. "'Tis a blank stone," he said softly to Kementari, "In it, powers and other things may be stored. I shall try to capture the hidden power of that necklace of Elendae's, and see if it might be put to use."

No less than a second after he spoke, he winced and touched his hand to his cheek; crimson stained his fingertips. The Emperor felt momentarily sickened, but shook his head and rolled the sphere in his hand. From the dark, moving shadows within, there were flickers of light as all the power and memory of Morwen's necklace was processed through Ciryaher's mind and 'etched' into the stone.

[Cygnus]

With all the new occurances Naz rolls back into the bushes and hides there waiting for his chance again

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer runs next to Naz. He sees Kem in the wide open space he yells
"Kem what are you doing. Your going to get hurt like that. Come here"

*Dayowyn still fighting Cir turns around facing the other way of Eomer.

*Eomer leaps up about to stab Dayowyn in the back. Dayowyn turned around and kicked Eomer back down. Eomer lands back on the ground on his other leg. He yells in pain.

"AAH **** my other leg. I cant stand up. Someon help me."
*Eomer waits and waits.
"Gees comon. Hey Kem your a wizard heal me or at least help me"

[Kementari]

Kementari runs over to Valar and Eomer. She holds a stone over Valars head and sings healing words; the mists before his eyes began to clear and he was able to stand. They both bound Eomers legs. "Eomer one of you legs is broken that can't be healed instantly (not under these circumstances).." A lighting bolt hits the ground almost too close to where they were. "..but you should be able to stand. You may still be weak, lean on you staff."

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain Tal and Beorn run out into the batle grounds.

"It may be too late..." Dain said,

"No Dain, You must try." encoureged(sp) Tal

*Dain colosed his eyes and started humming a tune to with there was none alike, He started to glow a faint hue of yellow. He then took his stone out of his robe pocket and raises it abouv his head. The stone started to glow red, blood red. The stone looked as if it was to burn the palms of dains hands but felt cool to the touch. Dain started to raise out of the air to the level of Dayown. With eyes still closed a strait light almost hard to see in the pale moonlight, but the light was a blue powerful beam of light, truth, and justice. The light pierced the breast of Dayown and shock ran through his body.... He fell, with stone falling out of his hands, falling, falling, falling..........

[Talierin]

Tal caught Dain as he fell, unconcious. Pulling him away from the battle still raging, for Dayown was not defeated, merely weakened, she laid him on the ground gently, and whispered, "Rest, Master Dwarf, you have done a good deal today." She heard a sizzling sound, and turned around...

The stone burned, burned right through the ground. Beorn and her watched it, not daring to touch it. It was about 5 feet into the ground when suddenly it disappeared. There was a sound a few moments later, the echo of "klunk". Tal thought about this, puzzled. Then realization suddenly dawned on her. "Beorn, there must be some sort of cavern down there! Come, we must dig!"

[Morwen]

*Dayown recovered quickly and stared at Morwen and Dain with amusement, slowly rubbing the stone. He drew to the backside of Morwen's spire and picked up his scimitar, handling it lovingly, and dropping the stone to the earth. He raised the weapon over his head and prepared to strike the stone, when Morwen did a back flip off her spire and landed, kneeling, underneath the deadly blade. Her hands shot in front of her, palms up, head bent slightly. The blade swung down.....all became dark.....a white light flared from Morwen's palms as she caught the mighty blade.
Both stood suspended in the light of the magic, surprise spreading over Dayown's dark face; strain covering Morwen's angelic features. She fell then, and the sword stabbed the earth to her side; Dayown bending menacingly over her.
"Who shall want to save you now!" he shouted, and a ring of dark fire sprung around the two figures.*

[Aerin]

After watching Dayown fighting with Morwen, Aerin could take no more.
Grasping Morwen's sword tightly in her hands, she raced over the sand, yelling out a battle cry.

When she reached the wall of fire, she swung the sword high above her head and sliced down through the flame. To everyone's suprise, the blade cut through the wall as if it was made of cloth.

Aerin stood squarely in front of Dayown, eyes flashing.

"I warned you, Dayown, and you ignored me. Now, I challenge you to your face; assuming you're not as cowardly as you seem. Face me on level ground and fight me as an equal!
The next time I speak to you, you'll be flat on your back, looking up at me."

Aerin grasped the hilt of the sword tighter and threw her head back defiantly, eyes blazing.

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain, With a broken leg stood and floted to the hight of Dayown.

"You believe that you are the presiding power here, do you not?" dain asked..

"Yes, I am more powerful than any of you! You have no chance of winning!" He said with a menecing laugh.

"There is one thing you have forgotten...." Dain said with a grin spreading acrose his face.

"Oh. and what would that be Master Dwarf? I have you friend at my knees and none of you can stop ME!!!!! He said with the light of Darkness in his eye...

"Is that so? You could have never have never thought of this..." With that dain pulled out a stone of old...."This is a stone to which powers can be given taken or swaped with any object... GELISHMEGHWASHMET!!!" With this Dain threw the stone with such speed given to his elders... The stone beneath Dayown was flewn to Dain...... "Here!!" He through the stone to Eomer. "Now Dayown, Face me like you did my father, Caticlisma!!"

"You are the son of Caticlisma? Then I shall slay you as I slayed your father!" He said charging Dain.....

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher stood with his eyes glazed, looking into the brightening crystal. His fingers clawed around the sphere twitched slightly as the energy flowed through Ciryaher's body and into the etching stone.

[Lorien]

Lorien wakes up from a state of unconciousness and rushes over to Tal and Beorn and helps them dig.

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer gets the stone.
He gives it to Kem. Kem then uses it to heal Eomer's broken leg.

*Eomer then gets up. He stretches lol and his calf muscles. He then takes out his sword.
He starts floating in the air up and up and higher. He is then level with Dain and Dayowyn. He then waits for his turn to fight.

[Morwen]

*Morwen stared ahead steadily, not blinking, and focused on the black shape rising before her. Her eyes flashed wildly as she witnessed Aerin enter through the black flames; a mistake that Dayown would certainly remedy.
Dayown turned round and faced her, smiling as he saw the pigment in her face darken.
"Embrace it, Elendae! Embrace your true form and be free. You were never meant to be like those who you call your friends; white-skinned with dark hair. Your father made you that way, and you should embrace his talent and perfection!", Dayown shouted to her as much as the crew.
Morwen's eyes suddenly snapped from Dayown to her faithful crew, and widened for a moment. She looked, awe full, at her changing hands and her whitening hair.
"No!", she screamed, shoving herself at Dayown. He slapped her away harshly, sending her over the flame wall and into a tree. He turned and faced Aerin, quite unhappy at the sight of this woman with Morwen's powerful sword in her grasp. He moved his finger slighty and the sword was wrenched from her hands.
"I shall destroy Elendae with her own sword!", he laughed, grabing the levitating sword out of the air. "How ironic that she should die from the thing that would bring life."*

[Talierin]

*Talierin suddenly stands up from digging, and slaps herself on the forehead. "What am I doing! I'm the Green Wizard, for goodness sakes! Stand back, this ground is coming out!" Beorn and Lorien move away, and Talierin mutters something. There is a green flash, and a huge mound of dirt appears to the side of a gaping hole in the ground. "Much better! Anyone got any rope?"*

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain takes out the Red ax of Nain I.

*Dain threew a ball of ower right at Dayown's arm and knocked the sword out of his hand....*

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer sees Morwen with no weapon.
"Morwen catch." Eomer throws Ecthilonder to Morwen.
As Morwen catches it, it starts glowing.
Morwen looks at Eomer. Eomer starts to smile.

"KILL HIM NOW"

*Eomer takes out his bow and arrows.
He aims it at Dayowyn's head.
He shoots it.
Dayowyn seeing the arrow coming towards him, he cuts it in half.

[Valar]

*Valar gets up shakily and see's the battle raging, he grabs his staff and flys up*
"Let us all show our true power. Divided we shall fall, let us all fight together and destroy this evil"
*The silver swirls on valars wooden staff start to glow and so does his pendant as he prepares to help*

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer takes out his staff. He points his staff at his own hands.
The staff starts to glow, energy balls starts to transfer from the staff to his hands. Eomer's hands now start to glow white-silver. He throws away his staff.

He then rises into the air. Next to Valar he points his hands at Dayowyn, 20 arrows fly through the air trying to hit Dayowyn. But Dayowyn raises his sword at the arrows and the arrows just stop and drop down.

[Dain Ironfoot]

Now Dain charges Dayown and a frenzy of blood and power explodes. Morwen with Ecthilonder in her hands is the leading force of power, she atacks then parrys then atacks again, all in one swift motion. Dain, trieing not to get killed, uses his yellow wizard powers and converts his magic from his staff to his ax. The ax growing hot in his hands rips threw air at blinding speed, hitting Dawown right in the arm......

"HA, well done! well done, but that will not hel you and your etty friends! Thier lives are mine!!!!!" he said with a fowl grin..

"That may be, but we will never let you leave, less you kill us first!!! Dain said while wirling his ax agian.

"Ah, that shouldn't take long. You and your petty friends. HA, The whole world will now be mine!!!" He said now with a crazed look on his face.

"Do you really believe that anyone will help you, even orks? They all what to rule themselves. If you kill everyone that will not follow you..... What do you have? Nothing!!!" Dain says will blocking one of Dayowns atacks.

"You speek foolishness... I am not listening to you!!!" He said with a look of horror on his face.....

[Morwen]

*Morwen suddenly throws Ecthilonder to the side and it slowly levitates to Eomer.
"Thank you, my friend, but it is not what I need at this moment", she shouts to Eomer, looking worriedly at her stone, dangling precarisouly in Dayown's grasp.
She looks at Nazzy in desperation, hoping he would come and fight.
"We must pool are powers together, but not attack Dayown. He is unbeatable if powers of light are used; darkness must rule the day", she shouts in Nazzy's direction.
"Come, Lord Nazgul, you must destroy this power of darkness with the strength of your friends."*
She stares at him, strength apparent in her silver orbs, and takes flight. Dayown catches her flight in his flaming eyes and lifts off, streaming towards her at an incredible speed. He catches her in mid-air and both plummet towards the earth.
"Now!" she shouts. "Pool your powers and help the Dark Lord to defeat this foe!."*

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher, standing in a trance, suddenly ceased his meditations and looked at the stone, which now burned with a white light. The white radiance suddenly turned a fiery red, to Ciryaher's amazement. Without a moment in which to react, the stone reached a blazing temperature.

Ciryaher gave a mingled scream of pain and shock as the stone burned into his hand and imbedded itself in his palm. As abruptly as it has heated, it cooled; numbing the pain. He rubbed the stone, pushing it and finding it quite fixed in its position.

Turning his mind away from the memory of pain, he felt new sensations of emotion and perception in his mind. Looking inward, he suddenly realized that his mind and life force was now linked with Elendae's. Fearing to distract her, he touched her mind with a small light, then pulled away.

Coming to the reality about him, he saw the battle going on. In Dayown's grasp was the stone of Elendae, and Ciryaher perceived the danger of what would occur if the stone were broken. Gathering his thoughts once more, Ciryaher concentrated on Dayown's mind using the new powers he had acquired.

Dayown, who had been totally engrossed in the fight at hand, felt a touch of uneasiness on his mind, but could not locate it's source...

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer catches Ecthilonder
"Ha the light of good will never be broken"
*Eomer starts to glow white.
He then starts to run Dayowyn. He takes out Ecthilonder he then swings Ecthilonder at Dayowyn with one hand. Dayowyn blocks it easily, Eomer with his other hand points his hand at Dayowyn's arm. A Silver energy balls comes out and hits Dayowyn in the arm, but it wasn't strong enough to make a scratch

[Aerin]

After Morwen's sword was wrenched from her grasp, Aerin slowly stood up and drew Gonturan from the sheath on her back. Raising the tip of her sword high in the air, Aerin closed her eyes and concentrated.

The sky began to grow dark and the air crackled with electricity. The stone on Gonturan's pommel began to glow very brightly, and Aerin was bathed in blue light.
Aerin opened her eyes suddenly; instead of their usual green, they were the silver colour of electricity.

Swinging Gonturan down, a bolt of lightning erupted from the sky and hit Dayown.
Calling out to the other fighters -

"I know I did not kill him, but hopefully it will buy us enough time to gather our powers together to destroy him."

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer gets out of the way.

He floats back down next to Aerin. He then puts his hand over Ecthilonder, Ecthilonder starts to glow full of energy and powers of White and Silver.
Ecthilonder is full of half of Eomer's powers.

**I couldn't be stuffed saying that i took my staff out each time**

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer sees Dayowyn in the air.
Eomer flies to him. Dayowyn laughs

"Ha you think a man can kill me, please don't even bother Eomer. You will just die painfully. Get lost and i will make sure you won't feel a thing"

Eomer replies "Yes Dayowyn you are right. It is no use of me fighting you i will just die painfully."
Eomer turns around facing the other way of Dayowyn.
"Go now make sure i don't feel a thing"

"Very well Eomer"
*Dayowyn pulls out Morwen's sword, He holds it on top of Eomer's spine cord.

*Valar yells "EOmer NOOoOOooooOoo"

*As Dayowyns about stab Eomer down the spine, Eomer ducks down and quickly takes out his sword. Eomer turns around and swings Ecthilonder at Dayowyn's feet.
Dayowyn jumps up.
Eomer the gets up and stabs Dayowyn in the stomach.
*Dayowyn yells in pain "YOU Pethetic men you, you will pay for that"

Dayowyn swings Morwen's sword at Eomer. Eomer blocks it, with his other hand he puts it on Dayowyn's arm. Eomer blows Dayowyn's arm off.

Dayowyn yells in pain again.

Eomer flies back down.

[Cygnus]

Naz leaps out of the bushes, sword blazing with a field of black energy on it's edges. He brings it down at Dayown's arm but Dayown brings up his blade *Which in the process gets cut in half* and knocks Witchking out of Naz's grip driving it into a tree trunk.

Naz is sent sprawling to the ground. His hood falls back, face is fully seen, his eyes blazing like emeralds. "We will end this now..." Dayown laughs at his threat

Naz rises to his feet and raises his hand up and a large ball of black matter smashes against Dayown sending him to the ground. As Dayown falls to the ground, Naz quickly chants a spell which creates a black vortex *which is about 10 feet wide in diameter* beneath him. "As I said... This is the end of this" Naz says calmly as the vortex sucks up the stunned Dayown and sealing behind him as he disappears into it. Naz stares at the spot for a couple of seconds, then pulls his hood back over his head and goes pulls his sword out of the tree and sheaths it.

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer walks with Naz "Well Done my friend, I have seen your power at last. *Naz walks to the tree. He tries to pull his sword out but its stuck. Eomer tries but its stuck.

"wow thats deep in the tree Naz" lol

[Morwen]

*Morwen stands, badly injured, and stares at Naz.
"Mighty Lord of Dark indeed!", she whispers, limping to the side of large hole. She holds out a shaking hand and smiles happily.
"Our way is down there", she shouts. "Follow me, Naz and everyone, and you shall find something awaiting you" she jumps into the hole and follows the footprints made by Tal and Beorn.*

[Cygnus]

"I hate you tree... grass is so much easier to deal with" He continues to try and pull it out. He finally lets go and follows Morwen

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer on the floor laughing his stomach out at Naz swearing at the tree lol

*Eomer points his hand at the tree. The Withking starts to float out of the tree. Eomer takes out a black cloak. He wraps the Withking in it. And starts to head near Naz and Morwen

[Morwen]

*The crew, with Morwen leading, cautiously trudges down a long, dark corridor towards a growing light. Tal and Beorn join them in the corridor a few minutes later, and the whole assembly enters a large cavern made of white marble. Awe struck, each wanders from the group, staring at roaring white columns and marble floors.
Morwen leads them to a enclave where items of various sorts are stacked in an orderly fashion. A white light surrounds the items, and all eyes are drawn to the only item gleaming a wicked black. Its blade was of a dark crystal, and it shone with incredible power and intelligence. Its pommel was carved of dark horses...but suddenly changed to a prism with an eye in the center of it. Naz's eyes widened suddenly, and Morwen gave him a warm smile. The sword glowed fiercly and suddenly levitated towards Naz, and a voice of sweat summer spoke.
"By thus defeating the first of the foes of the Key, you are awarded The Sword of Darkness. If you treat it well it will reward you well."

Several decorated daggars of various powers levitated to each member of the crew involved in the fight. Dain recieved a very powerful dagger emblazed with various runes. Encased upon its hilt was a minature of the stone Dain found.
And so it went; each recieved an item of great importance in defeating the next foe.
At the last was a white staff carved with golden runes, and this prize levitated towards Morwen. Her hand shot out in refusal and the item returned to its resting place. She could not take something she did not rightfully earn....*

[Lorien]

"Well, thats finally over. Take the staff Morwen you HAVE earned it."

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer studies the Sword of Darkness.
AS Naz holds it, it starts to glow black.

*Eomer takes out Ecthilonder
*Naz takes out the sword of Darkness

"Hey Naz put your sword near mine"

Naz tries to put his sword near Ecthilonder but there is some sort of forcefield around both of the sword. It would not let the swords touch each other.

"Coool lol"

*Eomer spots a sword. The sword flies to Eomer. It was elven made. With Carved writing of the Rohirrim language it has a white horse at the bottom of it.

"This is weird. I shall call it Sindeloth"

[Valar]

*Valad picks up the sword that lands infront of him. It looks elvish made and also has the language of roharrim inscribed onto it. On one side the its a picture of black arrow and on the other a white. On the hilt is a horses head and a inscribtion that means '4th captin'.

"Hmmmm never had sword before, i name it Etendi"

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain gass at the sight.... He then ulled out a dagger that looked just like it..

"My father gave it to me, he said it would only shine true when reunited with its brother. I didn't know what he ment at the time but I now know....... I will find him someday......." Dain then puts his cloak on and walks outside alone....

[Morwen]

*Morwen smiled at Lorien and looked at the mighty staff; its beautiful runes calling her. She turned on her heal and headed towards the far side of the cavern to inspect the towering columns; and to her suprise, found that they were not carved from the rock in the cavern, but were PLACED inside the cavern.
Suddenly realizing her stone was missing she headed for the nearest exit. Ciryaher intercepted her before she exited the cavern, and handed her the precious stone. She sighed in relief and thanked him, not asking how he saved it from the grasp of Dayown.
Seeing how Ciryaher had not yet recieved his gift she bade him to return to the enclave, while she would take rest on the far side of the columns.
"We shall not leave till one and all have recieved their due gifts", she said, taking a seat on the marble floor.*

[Aerin]

Aerin received her dagger and sat next to Morwen.

"After we leave this island, whither do we go next?"

[Eomer Dinmention]

Yeah are we going to fight Dayowyn's twin brother lol
Or his parents lol

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher solemnly takes the dagger into his hand and looks at it. Turning it over several times, he holds it on the flat of his palm and cups his other hand over it. With a flash, the dagger disappears, and Ciryaher smiles.

"I'll put that somewhere safe until I need it," Ciryaher says softly, "I suggest we go back to the surface and make our descision on what path to tread next."

[Morwen]

*The crew gathered on the ship, and praise was sent across the seas to Valinor for our well-being and fortune. Each took bragging rights for the weapons recieved, and each admired their weapon.
The weather suddenly shifted and became lugubrious; a large and ominous cloud gathered at the stern.
Morwen gathered her wits and unsheathed her sword that had been wrenched from the dismal grasp of Dayown. Into its depths she fell, asking the question that had brought her to this island; What way does our path go? The sword swirled, and its depths became a mere of broiling, black clouds. An image was imparted, and the way was set; east is the direction of the second key. So the order went out, and the ship flew into a brewing storm.*

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher nodded at Morwen's instructions, taking note of the storm. The sails were removed and the masts were taken down below deck. The oars remained out for the time being, and rowed them slowly eastward.

The Emperor beckoned, and all followed him to a small, yet comfortably ornate chamber. "Here I must ask that five wizards remain at all times, until we reach our destination," he said, and pulled cloth covers from five wooden pedestals that were gracefully curved and elaborately carven. There were two metal hemispheres at the end of the forked pedestals, and Ciryaher gestured to them. "In shifts, of course, five of us must remain here, with our hands on these energy sinks. Drawing on our combined power, the engines running the length of this ship will bring us into the air and move us forward," expecting a question soon, he added, "I am not quite sure whence these devices came, but they do indeed work as I have described. I shall remain at the helm during the storm that draws nigh: Who will remain?"

[Aerin]

"I will take the first shift in here, Ciryaher. I think that the other Wizards who aren't on duty should rest, so we will be prepared for whatever we face next.

Ciryaher, am I to put my hands on the sinks to activate them?"

[Lorien]

Does this apply to us Necromancers too Cir?

[Eomer Dinmention]

I will take the second shift. Though i will stay here anyway. I can't get to sleep anyway.

[Valar]

I shall take up position as well.

[Ciryaher]

"Any person could be on the sinks...but those with a great deal of energy (what some might call "magic") work best and are the most reliable," Ciryaher said, "It is not extremely draining if you are in the right state of mind."

He turned to the doorway and began to walk out, saying, "Just work it out amongst yourselves. When we come through the storm, I will take my place down here."

Ciryaher walked out of the room and headed to the helm.

[Morwen]

*Morwen watched Ciryaher leave and, frowing, joined Aerin and Valar.
"Even the ship's captain should not be exempt from the work involved with the ship", she said, taking up her shift. She frowned at Aerin, a premonition slowly taking shape, and looked away sadly.*

[Aerin]

Out of the corner of her eye, Aerin noticed Morwen looking at her and she turned to speak to Morwen, then thought better of it.

If she wanted me to know, she would tell me. I will not borrow trouble by asking.

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher smiled as he walked slowly up the stairs to the deck. In his mind he said, Morwen, remember that we are now linked together through the stone, so we can sense eachothers' thoughts. If you would prefer taking the helm, I would gladly take your place at one of the power sinks.

[Eomer Dinmention]

I feel alot of powerful people. I will get some sleep. I haven't had any for a Week.


Goodnight everyone

[Morwen]

Ciryaher's message echoed through her mind and she replied solemnly.
That isn't unnecessary, Ciryaher. Not much power in this situation is needed, for they have felt our presence and we are already being drawn in. I will withdraw momentarily and take rest and food. ALL of my strength shall be needed for this island, both mental and physical.
Morwen took her hands from the sink and walked softly to the deck. She peered towards the distance and a sudden vertigo caught hold of her. Something was calling her; something that she had denied and had tried to forget several times.
She pulled away, a part of herself lingering for a moment, and trotted to her cabin. She layed down her sword gently and sunk into the folds of her blanket.
Sleep took her to a gentle place and comforted her worries; sleep was the eternity of her life.

[Lorien]

"I'll take the second shift with Eomer." Notices that Eomer is doing the samrt thing getting some rest he too dozes for a while.

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher thinks Yes...yes, you need much rest.

The Emperor sends down a few men of his household to fill in any empty spaces during the shifts. Taking the helm, he used Morwen's mind to guide the ship to it's next destination.

[Talierin]

*Tal walks to the helm and stares off into the east, sensing for land. She then whispers to herself, "Three days off at the shortest..... I hope we can last that long......"*

[Morwen]

*The three days had passed without respite from the ominous storm clouds that gathered at the stern; the giant thunderhead had grown in size and was now about to overtake the ship. The sea began to toss wildly with a guest newly arrived in its waters, and bloody rain bombarded the sleep of the captain.
Morwen woke with the clap of a lightning bolt and slowly rose from her disheveled bed. A pounding headache lighted across her brow and a void of blackness filled her uncertain eyes. She ran to the deck and peered overboard...an island of the desert storm was surrounded by caged storm clouds, and a light fell only on the land. She made to call for Ciryaher, but her words caught in her throat and she lurched dangerously over the side. The headache pounded uncontrollably and her eyes bulged in pain.
This must be the doing of the second foe, she thought, trying to regain control over her body. She settled down in the rain and prepared for the upcoming challenge.*

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher senses Morwen's thoughts and nods inwardly, steering the ship more towards the patch of light. He gave the helm to one of his trusty commanders and went to find Morwen and the rest of the crew.

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer wakes up.

He walks to the top deck. He sits down and takes out his pipe and starts smoking some rings

[Morwen]

*Despair and fear boiled in the pit of Morwen's stomach, and she lurched towards her cabin uncertain of why she was acting so oddly.

Once inside the confines of her personal world, she uncovered her treasured sword. As she had done so many time before, she sunk into its depths and cast her mind out towards the distant island. A numb maelstrom of desert sands and piercing light bombarded her vision, and large, white trees rose before her astonished eyes.
Her sword suddenly released a black vapour. It swirled around the blade menicingly, and slowy crept up Morwen's arm. A mist enshrouded the room and Morwen was lost in its depths.

When the mist finally cleared, a human woman stood where Morwen had once been. Her body was finely tuned in the arts of fighting, and evilness smothered her beautiful features. She held a long black sword in front of her, and she smiled dismally at the success of the transformation. She touched her necklace gently and spoke to Ciryaher about what she had done. When no reply came, she left the room and headed for the deck. She could not afford to show her true self in this place....*

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher rounded a corner on his way down to the berthings and collided with the strange woman. "I'm terribly sorry," he said, looking up, "I was just--Who are you?"

The Emperor looked at this dark woman and noticed something familiar...the necklace! In the fractions of a second on which all of this was going through his mind, he nearly shouted out, but instead connected his mind to the necklace and was just about to enter the woman's mind...

[Morwen]

*The woman drew her sword and spoke harshly.
"Don't try...the link was changed in the transformation".
She glided past Cir and headed for the deck.*

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher glared as the woman passed, and focused his eyes on the back of her head. With a burst of power, he used his deimomantic powers to try and stun the dark woman...

[Dain Ironfoot]

yet the woman remained, undimed in the slightest....

Dain runs on the deck and turns to Cir "There is a strange shadow taking shape on the poop-deck!!!" with that he runs to the captains quarters..

[Lorien]

Lorien who was half-asleep and walking towards the sinks to take up his turn thinking, " I need some solid sleep." As he stretches his arms out his hand hits the womans face and she falls face down. As Lorien realises what he had done he said, "I'm sorry here let me...." as he said those words the woman hit him with a bolt of light and Lorien went flying across the deck and crumpled into a heap unconcious.

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher runs back to the helm and peers off to the east. Spotting a bump on the horizon, he makes a slight adjustment to the course of the ship; the ship reacts and slowly leans in the direction of the bump, floating just over the water.

After several hours of completely ignoring everything that went on around him, Ciryaher gave a shout and pulled a lever.

Down in the sink room, there were shouts of surprise as the pedestals suddenly sank through the floor. With a heavy thud, the ship dropped into the water. Oars bristled out the flanks of the ship and rowed it the last several hundred yards to the sandy shore.

After dropping anchor, the Emperor assembled a small party to scout the island which consisted of basically all the guests and several men of house Penngristion. They looked out at the sand dunes that stretched far to the north, south, and into the east...

[Morwen]

*The half-part of Morwen drew her crystal sword and pointed to the center of the island.
"Our foe lies there", she spoke.
The sword flamed a bright orange and smoke of a yellow hue drifted from its blade. The smoke coalesced suddenly and great, sandy, camels rose from the earth.
"Choose your steed and lets be on our way!", she shouted back, throwing a leg over the sand creature's hump. She reined and trotted her camel through a hall of growing dust-devils.*

[Ciryaher]

"Dromes?" Ciryaher muttered, "Very well then."

The Emperor changes into light, desert garb and mounts a dromedary. "Come, let us follow quickly, my friends!" he shouts, checking his macana.

[Morwen]

*The crew sets out upon their sandy camels, the desert seemingly quiet and peaceful. For hours they ride without sign of life or foe, and the sun quietly journeys to its resting place in the west. They stop several times to hydrate and rest aching legs, and a conversation arises. The dark woman ignores any questions cast in her direction, and kicks her camel into motion.
To the right, rising green trees emerge out of the dunes and a small oasis is seen. The crew rushes madly towards the shade and cool water, but the image suddenly shimmers and dissapears. A mirage. Several minutes later, a town with rising edifaces and tall towers is seen on the horizon. Again, the crew rushes madly towards it, but the image again shimmers and dissapears. To the right, a tall mountain breaks the crust of the earth and reaches its peak towards heaven. To the left, a sandy beach of marine blue water appears. Foward, a canyon of steep cliffs emerges, and to the rear, a forest of giant redwoods sprout.
The crew circles confused, surrounded on all sides by a refuge that is impossible to enter. The dark woman suddenly screams and pulls the crystal sword from its sheath.
"Begone! spirits of the mirage! you cannot fool us while we have the Sword of Vision and Truth!", she shouts. Four rays of brillant sunlight shoot from the uplifted sword and cut the images into shards that eventually shimmer away.
She smiles wickedly and continues the center of the island.
"Let us continue..."

Several hours later, the crew comes upon a large, moss covered fur forest. Thinking it a mirage, the crew suddenly shifts to the right, yet the dark woman remains and heads for the forest. She enters its confines and the crew stares after her in disbelief. Looking around at each other confused, they ride towards the forest.*

[Aerin]

"How can we be sure we can trust this woman?" Aerin asked of Ciryaher. "It does not seem like Morwen..." her voice trailed off.

Looking around through the dense trees, images and shapes flickered on the edge of Aerin's sight. By the time she turned her head, they were always gone. A dry breeze rustled through the trees, but it was not enough to lift the sense of dread that hung over the company.

Except for the slight wind, the forest was silent. No birds sang, no small animals were in sight. The hooves of the camels fell with a dull thud on the forest floor.

When will we reach our destination? Or, more importantly, what will we find when we get there? wondered Aerin as the group followed the myserious dark woman.

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher looked at the woman for a moment, then leaned over to Aerin, whispering, "It is she, friend Aerin, and yet it isn't. I have found that this is some manifestation of a part of Morwen. I do not believe she has hostile intentions, but she is very powerful. Keep your mind guarded and your eyes open."

He urged his mount faster and caught up with the woman. He focused on her mind and gave her the mental equivalent of a tap on the shoulder. I would be pleased if you would inform me of our desination directly, because it will be much easier to simply let me know than to have to go in and wrench it from your skull, he thought to her, grimacing visibly.

[Morwen]

*The woman remained stolid and gave Ciryaher no notice. Her eyes were focused on the forest before her, and her mind was cast away in another thought. She brought her mind back long enough to answer his question.
"No wrenching will you have to do, O Mighty Lord. Our destination is the center of this island, which by my calculations, is at the center of this forest. But for now, we will take rest in the clearing yonder and gather some water, and perhaps send some scouts to become familar with this region", she spoke coldy, steering her now forest soil camel towards the clearing.*

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher nodded inwardly and followed. The party entered the clearing and they dismounted from their camels, letting them take refreshment from a small pond on the edge of the clearing.

"Make no fire, as of yet," requested the Emperor, adjusting his clothing. He looked around and took in a deep breath. The air was crisp and refreshing; somewhere there must be cedar, for the pleasant scent drifted faintly through his nostrils. The land was silent, but a pleasant breeze brought the blissful, soft roar of an evergreen forest to his ears.

Ciryaher removed his light shoes and walked about barefoot; the green lawn cool upon his toes. He found a place to sit and rested, turning his thoughts inward to meditate.

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain sat and was bewildered by the daggers... His father..... this iland, what was the conection??? I am so puzled........ wait, may there be another one? Or maby a spell to activate them.....

[Morwen]

*The woman watched the crew settle down, then slowly trotted to a nearbye evergreen tree. Looking back quickly, she disappeared through the boughs of the trees.

Several minutes later, and several meters from the camp, the woman stopped and stared at her suroundings to make sure of their authenticity. When all was satisfactory, she settled down on the cool grass and watched a crick weave through a minature canyon. A smile spread across her face and she closed her aching eyes.*


*A dark shape detached from the forest and pranced towards the unsuspecting female, aware that this one was very powerful and very important. It had finally found its master...*

[Aerin]

Aerin lightly dismounted from her mount, and again wished that she could have ridden Tsornin.
Espying a tree with low hanging branches, Aerin jumped and caught the bough, then pulled herself onto it. When she was comfortably seated, she took a drink from her water skin and leaned her head against the trunk of the tree.

As she closed her eyes, Aerin listened to the sounds of the company resting and quietly talking. After a moment of consideration, Aerin leapt down from her perch, and went to seek out Talierin.

"Tal, could I speak with you privately for a moment?"

The two moved off toward the tree Aerin had been sitting in moments before.

"I do not want to tell anyone else about this just yet, but I have a bad feeling about this forest... and indeed, about this island. You're the green wizard; will you see if this tree is really alive and growing like a normal tree should?
Usually, when I'm sitting in a tree, I can almost feel the life of the tree... but I cannot feel that with this one. It seems as if it is frozen in time; not alive, not dead, but simply existing in a frozen status.
If the tree is not 'normal', then what do you think it could be? And furthermore, what would that make this entire forest?"

[Talierin]

" I do not know the cause, but my heart bodes ill. It's like the life has been drained out of the trees, but yet they still live. And look, the wind blows just now, but the leaves do not flutter. This is an evil place, we will do well to leave here as quickly as possible."

Talierin and Aerin converse in low tones, until suddenly Talierin draws her bow and exclaims "Silence, everyone! Someone approaches, the earth tells me so. Draw your weapons!"

[Ciryaher]

As Ciryaher meditated, his mind travelled to the Sun, and gazed down at the clearing. He saw the woman walk into the wood, and for a little while watched her curiously. A figure nearing the opening caught his attention, and he returned to his body.

Hearing Talierin give a warning, Ciryaher stood quickly and drew his macana. He tightened his shield and ran to join the group.

[Lorien]

Lorien pulls out his sword and gives his head a little shake to get his mind ready and concentrated.

[Morwen]

*The woman's eyes fluttered as a cool breeze ruffled her hair. The figure took several steps from its hiding spot and rose majestically before the resting woman. Her eyes suddenly shot open and she stumbled over her legs as she tried to run from the beast.
Do not fear me, for I am no foe , the words rang through her mind, and she paused for a moment to look upon the dark horse. Its body was of black ebony and red fire scorched the tips of its mane and tail. He was beautiful indeed; a horse meant for a king.

I am Creshibon, Guider of the Lost and Master of the Dark. I was summoned here by that mighty weapon you wield, and it has told me many things of your quest. I wish to be your guardian and friend., it spoke, dark eyes of blue gleaming in the dark forest light.
The woman was momentarily stunned by this strange stallion's proclamation. Why would it want to be her friend? Did it have a motive? She thought through this strange occurance, not finding a reason for his kindness. She stopped suddenly, and stared into the stallion's eyes. What she found scared, yet comforted her; a kinship deeper than any she had had before, and she trusted the horse entirely.
Good, now it is time for you to stop fighting yourself. You've taken this journey to find the keys, but also, I think, to find yourself. After your departure from the dark lands, you were lost and in need of a way to find yourself again. And that's why you're here; to find the true Elendae.
Pull your sword from its sheath , the stallion demanded.
She did so, and glowing tendrils of black and white smoke escaped from the sword and surrounded her. Moments passed and the full Morwen emerged from the cloud of musty smoke. She rubbed the stallion lovingly and whispered a small thank you.
Through the forest suddenly came sounds of battle. Morwen looked at the stallion for answers, unnerved at the sudden appearence of enemies.
They were made by the sword; ifestations of your subconscious. You were unaware of them creeping into your mind, and the sword created them. We must go now and help your friends, for a Balrog hath crept out from your sword and will surely reap heavy damage.
Morwen mounted the stallion and raced towards the rising sounds of battle.

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher jogged towards the group with his eyes to the ground. He lifted his eyes just as an unearthly roar rolled through the air. Horrified, he gave a gurgling scream and tripped.

The demon of flames, having sprug forth from Elendae's mind, charged the company along with smaller imp-like beings before it. Someone jerked Ciryaher to his feet and he ran forward, swinging his macana back and forth.

It had been a very long time since the Emperor had come across completely unarmoured foes such as these. His obsidian-bladed macana did it's work well, ripping flesh and severing limbs. Ciryaher had gone berserk some seconds after tripping, and the blackness of battle-craze was upon him. He bit his shield and hacked away, sending entrails and appendages flying. Before he knew it, he was drenched in black blood and standing before the Valarauko itself. With a shout, he cast his macana backwards and drew his axe.

The balrog brightened and pounded Ciryaher with a swing of its burning fist. His head snapped forward viciously and he flew through the air, landing some forty feet away in soggy grass with a sloppy thud.

[Aerin]

At the first sound, Aerin and Talierin turned around and scanned the forest.

"There is some new devilry here, devised for our welcome, no doubt."

Drawing her sword, Aerin raced alongside the rest of the company as they went to face their new opponent.
As the balrog came into view, Aerin whispered "Durin's Bane! What an evil fortune!"

The air about the balrog was hot and dry; it hurt to breathe. Aerin drew a deep breath and rushed in to fight the demon.
Her sword, Gonturan, blazed with an unearthly blue light as she swung to meet the balrog's blade. As the two weapons met, the sound was defeaning. The sound of steel rasping against steel was heard, and sparks flew from the impact.
As the blades came apart, the balrog roared. The air around the pair crackled with static, and the imps that came with the balrog backed off and formed an erratic circle about the balrog and Aerin.

The Balrog's sword seemed to be multiple blades as it swung again and again at Aerin. Gonturan matched the number of blades as the Balrog had, and parried each and every blow.

The Balrog was powerful, and Aerin was beginning to tire.
How much longer must I fight this monster? He does not seem vulnerable; what can I do?

Drops of sweat formed on Aerin's brow, and one dripped into her eye. Closing her eyes against the sting, Aerin faltered. The Balrog drove in closer, pressing harder. Aerin brought Gonturan up to block a particularly fierc